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Sonnet 128 by William Shakespeare, read by Julia Sheehy.


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I love the sensual piano simile here–though it was probably a harpsichord or a virginal rather than the traditional 88 keyed piano I think of when I read this poem. Enjoy! PS: I have good evidence from a colleague that this sonnet might have been referring to a Hurdy Gurdy :-D.

Here is our video/recording of this sonnet, read by Julia Sheehy.

oft, when thou, my music, music play’st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

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